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MY dog and I are faithful friends; We read and play together; We tramp across the hills and fields, When it is pleasant weather. And when from school with eager haste I come along the street, He hurries on with. bounding step, My glad return to greet. Then how he frisks along the road, And jumps up in my face And if I let him steal a kiss, I'm sure it's no disgrace. Oh, had he but the gift of speech But for a single day, How dearly should I love to hear The funny things he'd say And what he knows, and thinks, and feels Is written in his eye; My faithful dog cannot deceive, And never told a lie. Come here, good fellow, while I read What other dogs can do And if I live when you have gone, I'll write your story too. —SUSAN JEWETT. |